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if you do not stand firm in your faith, you will not stand at all
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Ephesians 6:13

Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. (NIV)

Therefore, put on the complete armor of God, so that you will be able to [successfully] resist and stand your ground in the evil day [of danger], and having done everything [that the crisis demands], to stand firm [in your place, fully prepared, immovable, victorious]. (AMP)

As I read this verse, I stop and pause at the word "stand." I picture a knight with full armor and sword dug into the dirt. He weakly raises his arm and grabs onto his sword for support. His whole body shakes as he tries his best to muster enough strength to stay standing, but his legs give out and he falls back onto his knees. He looks down. Hopeless. Defeated. I pause as I picture myself as this knight. Am I standing? No, I see myself as a knight struggling to get up. Even if we put on the full armor of God, the next step is to stand and fight. And choosing to fight back is a battle in it of itself. Doubt starts to creep in, you're tired from what feels like a never ending battle, and the Enemy seems to have the upper hand.

Perhaps you've been fighting for awhile and was constantly knocked to the ground. You start wondering if there's a point in standing back up again. "Am I strong enough?" "Is this battle worth fighting?" "Will this armor really protect me?" Hopelessness overtakes.


The Full Armor of God

The pieces that we put on are all from God, not ourselves. It's not the full armor of me. It's not the full armor of friends and family. It's not even the full armor of the church. The armor that will sustain and secure us through the battle is from God. 

I just wanted to focus on fighting to stand, so I'm not going to go over the pieces. But here's the armor to refresh my own memory.

  • belt of truth
  • breastplate of righteousness
  • gospel of peace
  • shield of faith
  • helmet of salvation
  • sword of the spirit

Putting on the armor might sound like the easy part and then the hard part is going into battle. But actually, the hard part is surrendering our old ways of protection and fighting and to fully trust that the armor of God will protect us (or at least for me it is). But continue fighting to trust and stand firm to the truth. 

Are You Fighting Back?

We can deceive ourselves that we are fighting back. Our prayers can have words with no heart, we can read the Bible but not actually process what we're reading, and we can easily smile during fellowship and say, "I'm fine." There's a difference between surviving and thriving. Here are a few.

Surviving:

  • going through each day
  • hoping something will change one day while repeating old ways
  • bare minimum 
  • self-sufficiency + isolation

Thriving:

  • repenting 
  • seeing God's goodness through it all
  • persevering and giving your all (whatever your "all" is at the moment)
  • asking for help

Thriving doesn't mean that it won't feel hard or you won't have sleepless nights. It means that through it all you learn more about God's love, feel His perfect peace, grow in character, trust, and perseverance. 

Questions to ask yourself

  • Are you putting up a fight to stand firm?
  • Why do you think you're struggling to stand? (For me it's usually self-sufficiency, insecurity, despondency, and pride)


Verses to meditate on

  • 1 Peter 5:10
  • 2 Corinthians 10:3-5
  • Psalm 18
  • 2 Peter 1:1-11




This blogpost has been sitting in the drafts for over 4 months. I don't like posting stuff where I'm not putting into practice what I'm writing (which is why I haven't posted my "steadfast in rest" post despite having a majority of it written out lollll). I can't remember which podcast said, "head knowledge is theology, heart knowledge is conviction." I can now say with confidence that I am at least fighting to stand.

A few weeks ago our service message was titled, "Do You Want to Get Well?" It talked about the man healed in Bethesda in John 5:1-15. What stood out to me was despite being by the pool that heals, the man doesn't try running into it. I mean, he has been sick for 38 years! How hopeless could he be feeling? I envision him sitting at a distance, watching everyone with stony eyes. You can hear distant footsteps splashing. Suddenly a shadow is casted over him, it's Jesus and he asks, "Do you want to get well?" Of course he wants to get well, yet his response to Jesus's question is not yes. His heart aches to say yes. He's tired, discouraged, and hurt.
Can I even get well? Jesus extends His love and healing power. He tells the man to rise. The man stands.
 

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Before I left New York I stopped by the Target in White Plains. Remember how we used to always share our faith and have Bible Talks at the food court there? Or how you always got parking tickets? (Haha let's not talk about your collection of parking tickets). I picked a cute little card that had a pinky promise picture on the front and drafted numerous letters, both on paper and typed out. But no matter how many times I rewrote it...no matter how many times I reread each sentence more than ten times... it felt wrong. I myself didn't have a problem with what I wrote. In fact, I thought it felt right. But something in me, that wasn't me, was saying not to give you the card. And almost 2 years later I realized that it was the Holy Spirit...the spirit was unhappy with what I wrote. 

At first the card sounded like it was filled with love and seemed like I was trying to be a peacemaker. But really I was just trying to make myself feel better. My card to you was very selfish. I rationalized my faults and pointed out yours, it had lots of expectations for you to change but not really myself, and I ended it with sweet words that I didn't mean or kinda meant (I knew what to say but my heart didn't actually mean it). My card to you was very long because I listed hurts and pains from months before. It was a record of wrongs. And every time I mentioned my faults against you, I sugarcoated and said, "I didn't mean to hurt you" and "I had good intentions." It was essentially a card all about me being, or at least me trying to be "the good one." But truly, Emily, all I needed to write on that card instead of those 5 paragraphs were - 


Please forgive me for falling short of loving you with Christ's love.


Emily, my dear friend. 
When I didn't confess my envy towards your gifts and talents, I failed to love you.
When I didn't communicate my loneliness when I felt left out, I failed to love you.
When I withheld advice that would've helped sharpen you, I failed to love you.
When I allowed my bitter roots to grow, I failed to love you. 


One night after you dropped me home, I asked if you had any prayer requests you replied, "I'm lonely." Instead of being confused and almost in disbelief (because you were always surrounded by so many people), I should've followed up and encouraged you. You are loved Emily, although it might be hard to believe it I love you even now. Forgive me for the times I fell short. I hope that if we meet again that you'll be patient with me as we both learn to be more like His Son.


I'm not exactly sure how to reach out to you since you have no social media haha. Maybe someday I'll conjure up enough courage to call your old number if it's still the same. But before then, I hope that you'll find this soon on this blog. Please remember that I still think of you and pray for you.

Love,
Angelina



Here are some of my favorite memories of you:
-The day I met you at d-hall during a snow storm and I saw your necklace and said, "Do you love Jesus??" And I saw your eyes widen as you replied, "You do too??"
-How we always got ice cream despite saying we'll eat healthier
-You and your Dunkin' Donuts coffee
-Late night drives and your terrible sense of direction
-How you always talked to every baby or kid we saw
-Being traumatized at Purchase together
-All the campfires, retreats, fire alarms, and late nights at the Brown's house

But I do think one of my favorite memories is going to our first Bible Talk together. It was the last table in the back of Starbucks. Gordon was leading a lesson on the parable of the sower. Teresa was there and also Charis, Kat, and maybe Ferdinand. Thank you for being with me during my first years as a disciple. You taught me about God's boldness, zeal, and intentional time with loving people.








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I have seen the sparrow
I have watched it fly
Though she does not worry
Tell me why should I?

I have seen the lily dancing with the wind
Open to the sunshine
Open to the rain
Dressed in all her beauty
Given what she needs

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